Dear friends, the title of the article about 13 is: I am stronger because of you.

Motherly love is like sunshine, which warms our hearts; Motherly love is like a bright lamp, illuminating the dark road; Maternal love is like a clear spring, watering our hearts ... maternal love can be anything beautiful. Have you ever thought about what fatherly love is?

I wonder if I have a strict father like other families. If you are the "unfortunate" child I mentioned, I would like to ask, "Have you ever hated your father?"

I am this "unfortunate" child. I remember talking back to my father because of a little thing when I was a child. Knowing that a storm was coming, I locked my door in Little Paradise and pretended to play unscrupulously. But the storm will come eventually. When my father kicked the door, kicked me to the post and cracked my brain, I vowed to be my father all my life.

That is to say, I will hate my father all my life, and I have grown into a girl of 13 years old. Now I no longer hate my father, and the promise I made eight years ago has been occupied by my father's love over time. I don't know why, a little girl who hates her father so much suddenly has a love for her father that she has never had before, but this hatred just blows away with the wild sand in the desert and floats away into the distance. ......

In fact, just a year ago, that kind of hatred has not completely disappeared. In fact, this hatred does not lie in the incomprehension of his father, but comes from a kind of jealousy.

When you walk down the street, you can't help but find that it is dad who leads the children to buy clothes and eat KFC, and I can only imagine dad taking me out to play in my mind. Until now, I found that my father is a stubborn person, and his dignity does not allow him to take his children to play, because he is a father who can't express his love in kind and comforting language, and he is only infecting his children's great father with his spirit, and the kick he kicked when he was a child was also kicked under his inner concern and consideration for the children's future. Thought of this, I cried, but I didn't cry, only tears in my eyes, and my heart was a little bitter, because in recent years, apart from my father's questions, I hardly played a joke with my father, and I never had a good chat with him. That kind of immaturity left my father alone for a long time, and my father was just waiting for his daughter's first kind conversation.

"Crying? What's wrong? " My father found me and asked me gently and lukewarm. "Dad, I know everything. Dad, I'm sorry. " I dried my tears and said regretfully. "What's the matter with you? Say it quickly. " Father is here again. "My mistake is that I love my father too much." I said with a smile.

The first time I tasted the sweetness of my father's love, my father was willing to talk to me, and my father's position in my heart was raised to a new level. No, he ascended to my beautiful paradise and swam with me. ......

Although my father will criticize me when I make mistakes, it is my father's silent love.

Father, like the ocean, is boundless and can't really understand, but silently takes you on the journey of life. ......

Motherly love's destination

Take my words as proverbs of love,

Because I just want you to be the best.

Put my love in your path,

Wherever you go in the world,

They will always belong to you,

It belongs to you forever.

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Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

Without the soul-stirring of historical epic and the reversal of stormy waves, a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and long.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mother ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for an old man in his twilight years to cry out for his mother without moving people, and he has to wander without calling out for his return." .

"I am in my mother's arms, my mother is on the boat, and the boat is in the moonlight sea." There is a harsh smell in the light, which is the love my mother gave me.

When the lost eyes are innocent, the mother's care is the most memorable. The burden of knowledge is so heavy that it is the shadow of my mother studying with me at midnight.

Maternal love is crimson, a crimson sea. Although it surges occasionally, it is too deep. When it is calm, it is always gentle. When you touch the sea, you will deeply feel a kind of boiling slurry, which is warm all the time.

With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.

"Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." The trickle of maternal love moistens our life like a drizzle. When we walk into the school, get a pen and record the notes of love, maternal love is the truest love.

Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.

Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light;

Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.

Time is like water, the years are fleeting, and many memories have disappeared, but we still miss our mother. Yingying goes to swallow, spring goes, looks old and looks like snow. Her children grow up day by day, but her mother grows old day by day. When they saw her white-haired mother in the high hall, they all threw themselves into her arms and shed tears!

Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on maternal love, which moisten things silently. The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home, but how much love an inch of grass had won three spring fairs. Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, shook off the tired wind and frost in his heart, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Baiyun Shujuan and Bi Ye Qingchuan are full of endless thoughts about their sons. The mother and son lived alone, and tears filled their eyes. Holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face, they couldn't help but burst into tears and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Wandering Sons" full of maternal love was created, which was sincere and profound and spread for thousands of years.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi Rebellion, he returned to his hometown. The countryside was sparsely populated and things were different. He is sad and sad, and he is sad when he sees things. He combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "I have been ill for five years, and I can't live any longer. I have been sour all my life." The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and exiled to Wan Li. When she was redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye with tears in their eyes, and relatives and friends sent her away, feeling sad. She wrote in Poems of Sorrow and Indignation: "I have freed myself, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to people's hearts, there is no time to say goodbye ... there is no crying hand to caress me when I send it back. "

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth!

Expand the long scroll of history, shake off the dust of history, and interpret the lingering maternal love. At that time, the wandering soul found its home. ...

Postscript:

In the wasted years,

This is a difficult river.

Hold up the children's dream of sailing.

Sunset sets on the other side of the mountain,

Close the door with a pair of eyes.

Shut yourself out.

The destination of maternal love lies in the deep heart. ...

The scenery given by my mother

I haven't been to Baotu Spring, and I don't know how splendid the scenery of weeping willows is. I haven't climbed Qianfo Mountain, and I don't know what it's like to watch the sunrise at the top of the mountain. Scenery in memory? Just making? Herbs, fragrant flowers, white clouds and Qingchuan are all filled with endless thoughts about their sons. The mother and son lived alone, tears welled up in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face, they couldn't help but burst into tears, filled with emotion, and wrote poems with emotion. In Meng Jiao's pen, this poem full of maternal love was cast.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi Rebellion, he returned to his hometown. The countryside was sparsely populated and things were different. He is sad and sad, and he is sad when he sees things. He combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "I have been ill for five years, and I can't live any longer. I have been sour all my life." The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and exiled to Wan Li. When she was redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye with tears in their eyes, and relatives and friends sent her away, feeling sad. She wrote in Poems of Sorrow and Indignation: "I have freed myself, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to people's hearts, there is no time to say goodbye ... there is no crying hand to caress me when I send it back. "

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth!

Expand the long scroll of history, shake off the dust of history, and interpret the lingering maternal love. At that time, the wandering soul found its home. ...

Postscript:

In the wasted years,

This is a difficult river.

Hold up the children's dream of sailing.

Sunset sets on the other side of the mountain,

Close the door with a pair of eyes.

Shut yourself out.

The destination of maternal love lies in the deep heart. ...

The scenery given by my mother

I haven't been to Baotu Spring, and I don't know how splendid the scenery of weeping willows is. I haven't climbed Qianfo Mountain, and I don't know what it's like to watch the sunrise at the top of the mountain. Scenery in memory? Just making? Herbs, fragrant flowers, white clouds and Qingchuan are all filled with endless thoughts about their sons. The mother and son lived alone, tears welled up in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face, they couldn't help but burst into tears, filled with emotion, and wrote poems with emotion. In Meng Jiao's pen, this poem full of maternal love was cast.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi Rebellion, he returned to his hometown. The countryside was sparsely populated and things were different. He is sad and sad, and he is sad when he sees things. He combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "I have been ill for five years, and I can't live any longer. I have been sour all my life." The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and exiled to Wan Li. When she was redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye with tears in their eyes, and relatives and friends sent her away, feeling sad. She wrote in Poems of Sorrow and Indignation: "I have freed myself, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to people's hearts, there is no time to say goodbye ... there is no crying hand to caress me when I send it back. "

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth!

Expand the long scroll of history, shake off the dust of history, and interpret the lingering maternal love. At that time, the wandering soul found its home. ...

Postscript:

In the wasted years,

This is a difficult river.

Hold up the children's dream of sailing.

Sunset sets on the other side of the mountain,

Close the door with a pair of eyes.

Shut yourself out.

The destination of maternal love lies in the deep heart. ...

The scenery given by my mother

I haven't been to Baotu Spring, and I don't know how splendid the scenery of weeping willows is. I haven't climbed Qianfo Mountain, and I don't know what it's like to watch the sunrise at the top of the mountain. Scenery in memory? Just making? Herbs, fragrant flowers, white clouds and Qingchuan are all filled with endless thoughts about their sons. The mother and son lived alone, tears welled up in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face, they couldn't help but burst into tears, filled with emotion, and wrote poems with emotion. In Meng Jiao's pen, this poem full of maternal love was cast.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi Rebellion, he returned to his hometown. The countryside was sparsely populated and things were different. He is sad and sad, and he is sad when he sees things. He combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "I have been ill for five years, and I can't live any longer. I have been sour all my life." The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and exiled to Wan Li. When she was redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye with tears in their eyes, and relatives and friends sent her away, feeling sad. She wrote in Poems of Sorrow and Indignation: "I have freed myself, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to people's hearts, there is no time to say goodbye ... there is no crying hand to caress me when I send it back. "

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth!

Expand the long scroll of history, shake off the dust of history, and interpret the lingering maternal love. At that time, the wandering soul found its home. ...